Love isn't something that can be understood the first time around. Each time is another lesson learned, another heartache or otherwise. Every love is good. Bittersweet most of the time, but good nonetheless. It kind of grows with you and on you -- and it's scary like that. Although it can never be fathomed, its inexplicability is astounding. "It is an eternity in a single moment", once said in a movie. It is profound, but need not be loquacious. And of course it cannot be bought. I thought once that every material thing I extend from my generosity could buy me love. But I was far from being right. It's the spontaneous moments that matter in the end. The simple laughs, simple compliments -- heartfelt compliments -- here and there that make all the difference. It's the warm smiles and long embraces, and kisses so ardent that the world just stops to watch the shivers tremble down your spine. It's that funny feeling when two people see each other, or catch each others' eyes. It's feeling good in the morning... and safe at night. It's having that connection.. that passion.. that fire from beginning... to end... and everywhere else in between. There are no lapses, no plateaus, nor awkward moments of discomfort and pain. And yes... bliss... the ultimate reward of it all.
I thought I had love, many years and occurrences ago, again and again, then and now.. I'm still fighting to believe that it has found me and chose to stay this time around.
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